the mist of friends

he cannot hear the mist of those friends
left behind, even their tender pleading
never-resting summer leads time amiss
yet grief sprung open
takes unsure flight around the sloping hills
of the past and future
where nothing remains stable in the mudslide
no rigid memories
mark the futile deception of today's lack
why does the strength of windy autumn pleasures
annoy the sweet substance of his memory
what remembrance has converted contorted tears
emotion better unfit for the daily countenance
of dimwitted normalness
we hailed our hero's wedding-guest party
let them circle gaily for this last waltz
the future is ended before the celebration
for comes suddenly the ice between hell
and our frozen tears
a gift for the presence none remember fondly
pity the world else this be his fond tomb
filled of his bereft beauty
where abundance of his love lies quietly
alas! misguided in life
at last, herald the gaudy spring
hear the three-beat music sadly accompanied
by a single image that dies leisurely
photos of the mind henceforth




the mist of friends
1-17 january, 2006